Front End Poems - Poems about Front End

... The world and all its splendor where life begins Human Beings of all and those who I call friends America our diverse country and all that she defends Nights and da......

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...Traffic lights flash, but we're far from light Heavy flow on streets, emotions flow tight Horns blare a symphony, tempers blare too We're all packed in, feeling blue Drive me crazy, this gridlo......

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...My YouTube Russian car crash wreckophilia comes from a bad head on in the family car near rural Shreveport Louisiana in 1947 when I was a tyke whose favorite berth was the stowage space behind t......

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...His use of English was exquisite His vocabulary superb He could use the mot juste To make his thoughts reverb, Tousled moppy hair above A big bespectacled grin The sort of warm personality Th......

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...My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders My fuel int......

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...John: Sounds like I might like to straddle her equator with my meridian and throw down with a hula hoop on each arm. How soon can I execute my commission? Mitchell: Do you like to eat sushi? Jo......

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...She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a t......

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...so annoying when a wreck happens on the interstate I always watch the semis When they vie for the fast lane I do too Using their highway prowess Except this time two were wrong They led m......

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...Boy dancer shudders at his reciting girlfriend, He wants to leave but she wants the front end; All his life he's dreamed to be a dancin' machine, Two-foot spinning, twirling, whirling fiend ; ......

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...The dancer shudders at the exciting girlfriend; He wants to leave but she wants the front end; As I look up into the skies I'm praying; As I take up into the pitches I'm staying;  Whether tap......

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...It was January '68 Chapter 2 – Phan Rang - 1st TDY by Franklin Price 3/5/2019 Raking sand got old real soon Was not why I came to war My job was not for combat The reason why I thought was m......

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...Sitting down to write a poem with a blank slate at my hand, I do not think of traveling or of some foreign land, I never jot down happy thoughts of flowers and blue sky, To think of all the good t......

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...In the late 1800’s working a trade well-meant I was considered different to my sorrow and detriment I thought about changing, to reinvent But, as “Ranger” (that’s me) I was content I was a mortic......

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...She arrived from the big city wearing a red ten-gallon hat, and a denim stone-washed outfit which topped off her shiny new cowboy boots that were designed by Tucson Sue. This dude ranch cowg......

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...THE MOST DANGEROUS ROADS i've got the head of a rattle snake on the front end of my hood i've got a chilled clorox drink in my steel-knuckled hand and we're rolling down I-10 across the stre......

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